When in the heights of the pediments, bleed the memories of
strains
A cold fea descends the pillars, an endless fareweel by the
horizon
When rocks and fire are forged in blocks
stone voluptuousness, ancient maryrdom

A repose with death, an unleashed light
Twilight of the myths, thou art so
glaring memories, sound the trumpets
they cease, the end

The scent of the halls
of the secrets
Nostalgia and distance
Immortal remembrances

Primeval altar
Where are you ancient skies?
Falling stars
All the lost glory

3. Votive Stele (5:10)

The fog of longing bleeds
on the friezes and white stairs
Silent steps behind and Atlantean shadow

Fragments of light and honor a mirror reflecting
Infinite beauty give me the absolute silence
of broken and fallen statues

A tomorrow lost among stones now fallen, dead
arcane labyrinth that is the legendary city
Wilderness of a dream Baalbeck
Frightening living blocks vestiges of grandiosity

Royal path still unwalked
Vast solitude unfathomable mystery
Like the stars that wandered here
A forgotten temple gathers our spirits without faces
carved in stones
A tomorrow lost among stones now fallen, dead
kings like Nimrod under Baal-Astarte lar
Erected their eternal deity

Shining guardian pride of ancient times
With horns on the moon a symbol of power

Cosmic region on earth
Outshined, death hidden

Altar of blood of primitive deaths
Nobody has seen the silent fall

7. Strange Artifacts (4:05)

Taking off the sand
I find strange ancient artifacts
Hands that shaped the frescos
Obsolete machine of Antikythera